It has always struck me as the whirlwind strikes the earth - with the forceful venom of reality. Yet, amid the indisputable force, the sheer brutality of its manifestation, the destructive implications of its landing, there was a sense of subtlety, a compassionate side to the most brutal force of its kind. The lips wagged uncontrollably, blood surged, emotions shot up astronomically, spittle was spurted as people expressed their strong feelings about this most unfortunate spectacle. But I saw beyond the effusive anger-carnival, beyond the universal condemnation, beyond the prevalent negativity that pervaded the frail atmosphere and threatened the very existence of hope. I decided to embrace what would undoubtedly get me labelled a traitor and a co-conspirator in the grand scheme of evil. My reputation was bound to be shattered in this moment of sheer foolhardiness on my part. There is the saying that even in war, there is a limit to the amount of cannon you can hurl on your adversary. Not this time. I was risking a major counter-attack as the deserved repercussion of plain stupidity was to be visited on me.
What exactly could this venomous thing be? Why would I risk so much to associate with it? Why would the horrific details and after-effects of its actions be ignored by me against the persuasive tide of popular opinion and common sense? Was I a raving lunatic or something? Wouldn't silence be better than what looked like a concerted effort to frustrate justice?
Sunday, April 22, 2007
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